Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XII.John Bell, 1790 - Всего страниц: 175 |
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Vol. XII. Then happiest he , whose timely hand To cool Discretion has the helm resign'd ; Enjoys the calm , in sight of land , From changing tides secure , and trustless wind . ΤΟ ODE III . ON BEAUTY . * BY MR ODES . Ode II .
Vol. XII. Then happiest he , whose timely hand To cool Discretion has the helm resign'd ; Enjoys the calm , in sight of land , From changing tides secure , and trustless wind . ΤΟ ODE III . ON BEAUTY . * BY MR ODES . Ode II .
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... tides , And leaves the setting sun behind . Where doves sit cooing at the noon - tide hour , And linnets warble in the woodbine bower ; Where the pale moon her lustre spreads , The love - lorn bird divides her song , The soft flute ...
... tides , And leaves the setting sun behind . Where doves sit cooing at the noon - tide hour , And linnets warble in the woodbine bower ; Where the pale moon her lustre spreads , The love - lorn bird divides her song , The soft flute ...
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... tide , Hear old Ocean's wild waves roll ; Or the sad knell slowly toll , Or , at gloomy hour of day , With me to the church - yard stray , And meditate among the dead ; While the sexton plies his spade , There peruse the time - worn ...
... tide , Hear old Ocean's wild waves roll ; Or the sad knell slowly toll , Or , at gloomy hour of day , With me to the church - yard stray , And meditate among the dead ; While the sexton plies his spade , There peruse the time - worn ...
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... tides , and swelling high Burst through each dear and sacred tye , And ev'ry pleasing thought o'erwhelm ; Anon the crazy bark is born , Of winds , and waves , and rocks the scorn , For Reason shrinks appall'd , and trembling quits the ...
... tides , and swelling high Burst through each dear and sacred tye , And ev'ry pleasing thought o'erwhelm ; Anon the crazy bark is born , Of winds , and waves , and rocks the scorn , For Reason shrinks appall'd , and trembling quits the ...
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... tide of life along each azure rill . Arise , my Muse , the chorded shell prepare , Awake the drowsy string ; For thou canst lull the gathering storms of Care , Thou canst disarm dire Envy of her sting , And smooth the haggard brow of ...
... tide of life along each azure rill . Arise , my Muse , the chorded shell prepare , Awake the drowsy string ; For thou canst lull the gathering storms of Care , Thou canst disarm dire Envy of her sting , And smooth the haggard brow of ...
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amorous tale ANTISTROPHE awful Beauty's Behold blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breathes brow canst charms chearful cheek cherub confest Corsica crown'd deep delight desart Despair divine dread drest ev'ry eyes fair faithless Fancy Fancy's fate fear feel fire flame flow flowers fond Friendship gloom glow Goddess grace Grief grove hand Hark heart heaven heavenly Hope hour JOSEPH WARTON light Love Love's lyre maid Melancholy MELPOMENE mild mind Mirth Morpheus Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er pale PALEMON passions peace pensive plain Pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rage rapture rill round rove sacred scene shade shine sighs sight silver star smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul spring STROPHE swain sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou Thro train trembling Twas Virtue wave wealth wild wing Wisdom's wretch Youth ΤΟ
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Стр. 103 - THY spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ; Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Стр. 75 - O lover of the desert, hail ! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoary mountain's side...
Стр. 24 - ... as a giant, run his race : Behold the moon exert her light, As blushing bride on her love-night : Behold the sister starry train. Her bridemaids, mount the azure plain. See where the snows their treasures keep ; The chambers where the loud winds sleep ; Where the collected rains abide Till heaven set all its windows wide. Precipitate from high to pour And drown in violence of show'r : Or gently strain'd they wash the earth, And give the tender fruits a birth.
Стр. 145 - Through this still valley let me stray, Rapt in some strain of pensive GRAY: Whose lofty genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song; And, scorning from the sacred store To waste a note on Pride or Power, Roves...
Стр. 155 - ARENT of joy! heart-easing Mirth! Whether of Venus or Aurora born, Yet goddess sure of heavenly birth, Visit benign a son of grief forlorn, Thy glittering colours gay, Around him, Mirth, display: And o'er his raptur'd sense Diffuse thy living influence: So shall each hill, in purer green array'd, And flower-adorn'd, in new-born beauty glow;' The grove shall smooth the horrors of the shade, And streams in murmurs shall forget to flow.
Стр. 76 - PEACE resort, And VENUS keeps her festive court, Where MIRTH and YOUTH each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lily-crowned heads, Where LAUGHTER rose-lip'd HEBE leads...
Стр. 107 - Taste unspoil'd the frugal table spread, And Industry supply the humble store, And Sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed ; White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite ! Shall chase far off the goblins of the night, And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power ! my patron and my pride ! 120 SONG.
Стр. 104 - Heaven's name urged the infernal blow ; And red the stream began to flow : The vanquish'd were baptized with blood. («) ANTISTROPHE. The Saxon prince in horror fled From altars stain'd with human gore ; And Liberty his routed legions led In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore. There in a cave asleep she lay, Lull'd by the hoarse-resounding main ; When a bold savage past that way, Impell'd by Destiny, his name Disdain.
Стр. 155 - And weak the' uplifted arm of Tyranny. The Morning opes on high His universal eye; And on the world doth pour His glories in a golden shower ! Lo ! Darkness trembling 'fore the hostile ray, Shrinks to the cavern deep and wood forlorn: The brood obscene, that own her gloomy sway Troop in her rear, and fly the
Стр. 109 - gainst thine and Freedom's foes. IV. Pointed with Satire's keenest steel, The shafts of Wit he darts around ; E'en mitred Dulness learns to feel, And shrinks beneath the wound. In awful poverty his honest Muse Walks forth vindictive through a venal land : In vain Corruption sheds her golden dews, In vain Oppression lifts her iron hand ; He scorns them both, and, arm'd with Truth alone, Bids Lust and Folly tremble on the throne.